I have journeyed in language and often lost my way between words been stranger to some of them, yet found profound meaning even in the tiniest of them….. I have also journeyed in thought and lost my way trying to figure out the direction in which I was going…. I have been a third person in my own mind have fallen in love, disagreed, fought … Continue reading I wish to be free to be lost
Indian Poetry is unique because of the diverse language and culture that flows into it. So one can only imagine how colorful it will be when the same Indian poetry comes out in english. When the fingers that type away millions of lines of code to build, run and maintain large software systems start writing poetry, it could make worlds across time barriers fuse. Not just that, there … Continue reading Support ‘The Great Indian Poetry Collective’ and ‘Indian English Poetry’
There are black and white rainbows on a clear sky; I know it is weird but truth is always weird to the listener Then it starts raining and the raindrops from the skies become little girls and slide on these black and white rainbows with their flowered skirts waving at the cloud animals. I step out of my power lost home and sit in the arm … Continue reading When you see Black and White Rainbows
Some curtains bear the smell of suppressed adulthood. Some of blood stain from a forgotten yesterday that had over time made it look like a painter’s dying strokes of red. I know that curtains cannot speak for the house. it cannot even speak for the windows. it’s only role is to hide what happens inside. But it picks the mood in every house pretty well … Continue reading Curtains don’t speak for the houses
Everyone has been saying go and find that deep silence in you; I have been shouting at the top of my voice all my life and the world cares less; My vocal chords cut through the vanity of this world and still no one listens. Now they want me to find my deep silence, so I would stay quiet. But then, what if I get … Continue reading Chaotic Answers to Silent Questions
I once asked a friend what was his most misinterpreted dream. He gave a blank look as if I had asked him for his wife. Well may be not his wife, but something that the world thought was dear to him. Coming to his wife, I’m not sure if he considered his wife dear, well he said he did; but why should you trust a friend … Continue reading A Friend’s Misinterpreted Dream and his wife
I know of the Indian spices that are scattered in the big seas so the fish could be caught spicy and ready for the pan I know of the Indian butcher who made his chickens eat spices so they could live slowly and marinated; ready for the tandoor I know of this Indian dude who looks like me but hates spices so much that he … Continue reading Indian Spices
We are all forced to express in words what we think; and often we all fail miserably; the sheer lack of words and expressions. We all know that an image speaks a thousand words. Some day we will find a machine to scan and upload these goddamn thoughts…. and then we will all bid farewell to words, become illiterate again or may be become a … Continue reading Our Reading Self
When i stepped out they told I will lose the roof I said there is a sky it is same for all of us… I said there are stars, many of them I can now count them without any obstruction at nights I would look and see faces of people even dream the unfinished dreams of those fortunate to become the stars and then one … Continue reading Star Trails
Everyday Is not Monday we have Tuesdays Note: That was a Haiku I wrote today, but then based on the comments I decided to expand on that for the whole week 🙂 and here it is Everyday Is not Monday we have Tuesdays and Tuesdays get busy because there is the realization of a whole week ahead Wednesdays just around 12 Noon, you have no … Continue reading The Week Go By
Vinod Narayan 